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Chapter 25

The mansion was quiet—too quiet. Ruhi had learned that silence never meant peace here. It meant something worse was coming.

She stepped into Gabriele’s room with her cleaning supplies, her saree pinned neatly, her movements careful and deliberate. Every sound—the soft clink of glass, the faint creak of the floor—echoed too loudly in that stillness. She was almost done when she heard the door click shut behind her…. Footsteps followed—slow, unhurried, deliberate.

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Sonam Kandalgaonkar

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I write heroines who are curvy, plus size, simple, or plain because beauty has never been about one perfect standard. Beauty is always in the eyes of the beholder. A woman does not need society’s approval to deserve love, obsession, respect, and a powerful story.